We have entered the phase of spring that I often refer to as “jungle mode.” At this point, the green becomes explosive. There’s an electric green of spring that most tourists never see because it happens before the motor homes tend to descend on Sandpoint. This week, jungle mode materialized around our house, partly due to the incredible amount of rain we received.
Along with big rain, we had truly wicked thunderstorms. The (very large) trees outside my window were waving back and forth like twigs. It was a little disturbing, but no trees fell over near the house anyway. I was relieved, since we had some logging done last winter. Any time you remove trees, the remaining ones have to figure out how to adapt to life without the trees that used to shield them from various winds. Of course, some trees don’t adapt and just fall over instead.
As is so often the case, some tree fell on a power line and we lost power for a few hours. When you call the electrical co-op to report an outage and get a busy signal for hours on end, you know there’s been trouble throughout the area. Apparently, there was a very brief tornado warning and a barn in Samuels lost its roof.
At this point, the trees are completely still and a bit of blue sky is peeking out. But the sprightly little light green “fingers” on the grand fir let you know that jungle mode isn’t quite over yet.